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[SMUT] C!Schlatt x Reader - The Bodyguard

Plot: Y/N is Schlatt's bodyguard, sworn to protect him from any life-threatening situation. And though she gets on his nerves sometimes, he still manages to find ways to have some fun.

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

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Slamming his door behind him, Schlatt let out an aggravated huff, before glaring at Y/N. "What the hell is your problem, huh? You have one fucking job, Y/N. I don't expect you to fuck it up." He grumbled.

It was an hour after a small speech Schlatt had organized, when someone climbed onto the stage and attacked him. Despite Schlatt's reaction towards her, Y/N was quick to detain the intruder when it happened. Even though she was quick, the attacker managed to get a good cut on Schlatt's arm.

Sighing heavily, Y/N stood there with a roll of bandages, walking beside Schlatt, just trying to calm him down. "Relax, please. I did the best I can. It's just a scratch, it could've been way worse."

"Fuck that, you're supposed to keep an eye on everyone around! You should've stopped it before anything happened!" He shouted at her as he sat down, pulling off his suit jacket. "Fucker cut right through my sleeves, too."

Moving along with him, Y/N stood there, glancing down at him. "You're gonna have to take your shirt off. I need a better look at the wound so I can fix it."

Schlatt glared at her with a nasty look. "Don't you even think that you're gonna put your hands on me." He snapped.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N grabber the back of his chair and spun him around to face her. She began unbuttoned Schlatt's shirt, ignoring how much he glared and pouted. "I need to clean the cut so it doesn't get infected. It would be a shame for our loving president to die from a simple cut, wouldn't it?"

"Make it snappy." He hissed, the sleeve of his nice white dress shirt now staining a dark crimson red. "You fuck up again and I'll have you exiled."

He always made those dry threats towards Y/N, yet it never happened. As much as he hated to admit it, she was actually a great help.

Finally getting all of the buttons undone, she carefully removed his shirt, before walking over and opening a drawer, grabbing a rag and a bottle full of clear liquid. Pouring some on the rag, she walked back over, glancing down at the wound. "This will sting just a bit. Keep in mind it's just cleaning the wound."

As she pressed the rag against his wound, Schlatt immediately tensed up and let out a hiss of pain. "Fucking hell-" He huffed, gripping onto the arms of his chair as he tried staying still.

Once the would was cleaned, Y/N tossed the rag aside before grabbing the roll of bandages, carefully wrapping him up. "All of these things could be avoided, you know."

"Don't start getting fucking smart with me, Y/N." Schlatt said with an immediate grumble.

Continuing to bandage him, Y/N soon finished up, setting the roll down on his desk. "I'm not getting smart. It's the truth. You run your mouth so much, its no surprise that this happe-"

Before she could finish, Schlatt quickly stood up and pinned her against the wall, his eyes heavily glaring down at her. "I talk. I give commands. It's my damn job. And yours is to make sure no fucking psychopaths try to kill me. Unless you forgot that."

"You're not dead, I don't see why you're complaining." Y/N scoffed, glancing up at the taller male in front of her. His bare chest was honestly a bit distracting, yet she forced her eyes to meet his.

His hands gripped tightly to her wrists, his dark eyes growing cold as he stared at her emotionless. Soon a small smirk grew on his face, his hands pulling her arms up a bit more. "Heh. Look at you, Y/N. My bodyguard. Yet, right now, you look defenseless."